• What color did they bleed? My hands are painted with it.
    What color did they scream? My lungs are tainted with it.
    What color did they weep? My cheeks are stained with it.
    What color did they fear? Build my dark cell with it.
    What color did they hate? Tie my burnt noose with it.
    What color did they love? Shroud my cold corpse with it.
    Grieve with me... for you shall never find another as skilled as I.
    Punish me, for I can do nothing but grieve.